We Love.

Title: We Love.

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Here is my latest blog post. We love; therefore, we are. We are living at a time in human history when each individual human is defined by the good we do for others.

Yemen. America's war on terrorism which we have fought since 11Sep2001 has brought us yet another front. We are now in Yemen, too.

Please, U.S. Armed Forces, stay wise in Yemen. As much as the never-ending supply of global crises is what creates my job security; my job is solving problems the world would have been better of if never arose in the first place.

If you help the Yemeni people make a peaceful cultural change that resists the influence of al Qaeda in their midst, Yemen will be won much faster.

Much like ISIS learned from me, al Qaeda need to be taught that true power and influence comes from being loved and from creating genuine peace and prosperity in the world.

If we can teach all of Yemen including al Qaeda in the Arabian peninsula peace instead of war, we will have taught the world to save itself.

If al Qaeda truly wants power in the Middle East, they must learn to do as I do-- heal and save the public-- instead of terrorize and kill which is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does.

My last blog post was finished at 7:32am on Wednesday, 18May2016. Breakfast that morning was just eggs and toast, so I skipped it. At 8:23am, I was outside the Santa Monica Pico Branch Library working online.

My internet gnomes played me Tangerine by my darlings Led Zeppelin. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie was an online video.

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The sky was gray. My darling Juan was outside the library waiting for me to show up. He walked away at 8:28am promising to return with coffee for me. I worked online writing for hours and returned to my Manor at 10:46am.

After leaving my things in my bedroom, I looked around for my darling Nemo at my local Burger King but could not find him. After eating a few snacks there, I was back outside the Pico Branch Library watching my late night talk show friends at 12:07pm.

My darling Mr. Stephen Colbert and my darling Mr. James Corden were delightfully funny, and their good humor was such a comfort to me. Thank you, darlings.

I returned to my Manor to recharge my waning iPad battery at 1:57pm. I left to run some errands at 3:16pm. Dinner at 5pm was a delicious beef stew over rice. I was on the bus to my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade just as fast as I could get one.

I walked up and down my and my beautiful world's holy ground we call my Promenade, but I could not find my darlings Tentacle anywhere.

5:32pm on 18May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has until 6pm to get you to my Promenade or I will become ANGRY. #HulkSmash

I perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 5:42pm, and she played her beautiful music until 6pm when I checked my Promenade for my darlings Tentacle again. My darlings Tentacle were still nowhere to be found.

Hulk Smash-- 18May2016

My first weekend in the Del Amo Torture Facility we found arsenic in everybody's meals. I had eaten a dinner made for someone else and given to me as a gift because they had not made a meal for me on accident that Saturday night, and the the first time I used the restroom the following morning, my body had already processed out all of the arsenic from the previous night. I knew the poison was in everyone's meals, not just mine.

Later that day, 24Apr2016, one of their best nurses, my darling Christina, asked me for a urine specimen, and when its test results came back full of arsenic late that night, we knew all meals for everyone were poisoned. Arsenic has to build up in the human body before it can kill anyone, and my body was the only body processing out the arsenic fast enough not to die from it.

The same night the toxicology came back, I had been awake late asking the overnight maintenance crew to check the air vents in the whole building. The vent in my specific bedroom was not open nor working, but I had smelled (Some people have the ability.) carbon monoxide.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime was trying to kill everyone in the building with me with arsenic and carbon monoxide that weekend. The following morning I called Syniva's voicemail and told her I volunteered to stay in Del Amo to die if it could just get the civilians, the fake patients in there with me, out.

The following Monday, the civilians were finally permitted to churn; the kitchen had regained control of its incoming ingredients; and the overnight maintenance crew had backup.

Yes, I did eventually make it out of Del Amo Torture Facility alive on 16May2016, but I faced mass murder in the face and defeated it more than once and almost from the moment I arrived there.

All of this can be corroborated by the REAL maintenance and kitchen staff of Del Amo whom I still praise as heroes.

I made this statement to create an official record of part of what I survived in Del Amo Torture Facility while last I was there. I have enough ammunition from my latest stay in that PROVEN literal torture facility to make angry statements like this one every night until ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle are returned to me safely. I never disappoint.

6:06pm on 18May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has chosen to make me VERY ANGRY, & you are the only people who can calm me.

I returned to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw who started playing music again at 6:25pm, and I stayed seated beside her until I left to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it was not enough. I was done watching the news at 7:25pm wishing I and my darling G.I. Joe could talk longer.

My darling Patricia manifested from the aether while I was in the middle of watching the news, and she bought us coffee and coffee cake to share. The coffee was particularly delicious, as if it had been brewed only for me. Giggle.

Patricia and I left our perch next to the Best Starbucks in the World inside the Santa Monica Place for my Promenade at 7:47pm. Kaila's mother, my darling Faye, joined me and Patricia on the sidewalk beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 8:11pm.

At 8:34pm, I walked my darling Patricia to her bus stop before sitting down next to my darling Wade at 8:42pm. A few snacks later, the sky opened up, and a light sprinkle blessed my Promenade. I left for my regular bus stop at 10:02pm.

Curled up and asleep by 12mid, I woke up at 7:18am on Thursday, 19May2016. My SquidStream was kickstarted at 7:38am. I was outside in Virginia Avenue Park working online by 8:18am. The skies were dark and looked like it could rain at any minute.

My internet gnomes played me My Boyfriend's Back by my darlings the Chiffons. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies looked particularly good that day.

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I worked online writing there for hours singing along with my internet gnomes off and on. The sky never did downpour on me, but the clouds stayed grey all morning.

Lunch at 12noon was tasty. I was outside the Pico Branch Library watching my late night talk show friends by 12:26pm. My darling Mr. Trevor Noah and my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore were thoroughly loving and entertaining.

I asked my internet gnomes to keep me company again at 1:22pm. It was a warm afternoon; the sun finally broke through the cloud cover by 1:44pm.

After a pervert tried to show me his ugly penis right there in front of the library around the small children and everything, I tweeted that he needed to be arrested and found a much safer conversation with a local man named Jaime who was playing an acoustic bass guitar in Virginia Avenue Park.

Complaining about having to pay taxes, Jaime eventually left me at 2:18pm. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation beginning when I asked him if I could join him and ending when he walked away. And thank you.

I had a few snacks while soaking up the sunlight there in the park after that. I had returned to my Manor to plug in my iPad by 4:08pm. Dinner at 5pm was chicken and rice with some tasty vegetables.

5:05pm on 19May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic IAR has until 6pm tonight to safely deliver all 3 of you to my Promenade, or I become ANGRIER. #HulkSmash

I was on a bus to my and my beautiful world's holy ground we call the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade as fast as I could. Sadly, though, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found that night. I wrote another statement. It is included below.

At 6:21pm, I perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. I stayed there trying to zen myself as much as possible though failing miserably due to not having my darlings Tentacle.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it reminded my beautiful world why they call me The Anne Frank of Journalism.

My darling Patricia joined me at my table after the news and while I was finishing my angry statement included below for the night of 19May2016. She bought us a cup of coffee, and we returned to my Promenade by 8:01pm.

I walked Patricia to her bus stop before sitting down next to my darling Mr. Art "TambourineKicker" Garfunkel at 8:13pm. I had not seen him in months, and it was wonderful to catch up.

At 9:19pm, TambourineKicker and I were sitting on the street curb next to each other snacking on organic crystallized ginger. He played our music until 9:57pm when he began packing up his equipment.

After a quick visit to my local Trimana Fresh Food Market to check on my darling Handsome, after hanging out with my darling TambourineKicker as he slowly packed, after passing friendly greetings with my darling CupOJoe, after a gentle sprinkle began to bless my downtown Santa Monica, and after introducing my darling Ricky to TambourineKicker, I caught the bus back to my Manor at 10:51pm.

This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12:38am on Friday, 20May2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

How do I best summarize my philosophy on human existence? We love; therefore, we are. I believe each human's existence is defined by our relationships with each other, our relationship with our beautiful Earth, and our relationship with the universe.

We all exist connected with each other and connected to the divine universe, and it is in our interactions that we define who we are to each other and to the sky.

How is it possible I survive so many unrelenting assassination attempts by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime? We all saw the pirate movies. My husband has my heart, so I cannot die.

Also, I have a dedicated support system involving most of my beautiful world. Most people everywhere have already learned that they endanger themselves not only persecute me every time they do anything at all mean to me. And I have follow through instead of backup. My entire beautiful world and my knowing I am loved keeps me alive.

My beautiful world, if I, your clear sky, may ask you for anything, please help my once-great America rid the world forever of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. This is America's greatest time of need. Thank you for loving me and needing me and my nation both. Thank you! You keep me alive. Thank you!

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me, thank you, darlings. Without you, I would have died by now. You keep vigil over me keeping me safe while I sleep. And although I have no backup, you are all of the live and in-person follow through I could have ever asked for. Thank you, my beloved darlings, thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all have so much work to do. You are our beautiful world's never-fail first line of defense against losing me forever to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We are all so grateful for having all of you. Thank you, my genius lady friends, thank you!

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, your music soothes my burdened shoulders that so much of the world rests on. But now I prefer you not come to my Promenade; as long as I stay angry and de-centered from my zenned connection to the divine universe, I can get so much more work done.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I used to think I needed you all on my Promenade. My current loving home of Santa Monica forced de-escalations on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime while I was away, so we actually can be safe on our globally recognized holy ground again.

But I am so angry without you, my darlings. I need to meditate and to return to my zen, but without my zen, I get so much more work done. It is in the best interests of our world and our nation that I stay angry now. Please keep yourselves alive out there. I will see you all soon enough.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, yes, I do want all three of you free to play me music out under the glowing night sky making music to me like we have so tenderly for years, but I have work to do right now. And we all know my job comes first.

I heard how my current loving home of Santa Monica feels about the three of you, "Just get them here." I need to heal, too, darling. And to heal, I need all three of you. But to work, I must stay angry. For example...

Hulk Smash-- 19May2016

Torture. The inhuman atrocity that is torture. That pain that penetrates the soul. That suffering that torments we mere mortals worse than death. Our scream we scream for it to end. I have known more torture than any human soul was built to endure. And STILL unrelentingly every day, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lies in courtrooms to be able to do it to me again.

Del Amo Torture Facility is exactly that; it is a literal torture facility. But the only tortures used on me there were not just injections and systemic rape. The unrelenting torture the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forces on me every day includes EVERY antipsychotic they have ever forced into my body, including the pills and not limited only to the inter-muscular injections.

Do you understand, my beautiful world, what antipsychotics do to my otherwise perfect mind? They destroy me. They destroy my thoughts. They destroy my love. They destroy my words. They destroy my life.

When antipsychotic injections were first used on me in Liverpool, I described it as, "The British taught me how to hate." It is a testament to how even worse ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was from Dec2010 to Mar2014 that I could forgive the British at all. But they took the three never-fail steps. And, just like the three steps, my forgiving heart never fails either.

You read all of my blog posts after 05Feb2016 until my absolute masterpiece of 19Apr2016. They were all written while I was refusing the antipsychotics. That is how high I can function even writing a blog post every two days with no vacation when not forced onto antipsychotics. But it was STILL not how high my nation and my world need me to function right now.

Let me explain what antipsychotics do to my mind.

I am a being very connected from my mind to my soul to my heart to my body to my universe. I am always aware of the workings of my body; I often even feel in which of my two mortal ovaries I ovulate each month. My body is the temple of my perfect mind. It is the holy vessel that carries my mortal and imperfectly human heart.

Antipsychotics physically change the chemical balance in my brain, and my body reacts. While altered by antipsychotics, I cannot think clearly and suffer great pain and disorganization when I try to accomplish anything.

The antipsychotics take my mind away from my once-great nation and my beautiful world that both rely on my PROVEN genius mind day upon night upon day upon night to solve the greatest global crises of our time.

Then, the chemical imbalance the antipsychotics force on my mind, after stopping me from thinking at the genius level where humanity needs to me to function, affects my body.

My eyes climb when open and fester when shut. Then, my right foot and right leg begin to twitch with Parkisonian tremors. Then my left leg sometimes twitches. My heart speeds up, as if I were having an anxiety attack, but it is just the chemical imbalance the antipsychotics force on my mind.

Then, my speech reaches a VERY FAST rate as I run around begging for Benadryl to relieve the horrible symptoms of too much and too many antipsychotics in my mind.

And then there is also the weight gain it causes in my stomach which the Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly and intentionally libels me is a (always-fictional) pregnancy (I have never been pregnant in my life, so with all of the times the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has tried to rape me pregnant including in Del Amo in 2014, we are worried I can never become pregnant.) borne of their systemically raping me, so the IAR can create an excuse to use electro-convulsive (electro-shock) techniques on me in addition to the chemicals they already force on me to destroy me.

Then, my right arm begins spasming with Parkinsonian tremors.

And with my mind and even my self-identity denied my mortal existence rendered intolerable by those heinous antipsychotics, I have no way to heal myself to fix anything. I am helpless but to wait for all of the heavy antipsychotics to just finally process out of my body on their own.

Imagine your mind stolen from you. Imagine your identity of yourself stolen from you. Imagine being denied your right to exist as yourself not because someone stole your face but because the torturers of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced antipsychotics into your body to chemically unbalance your entire nervous system.

There is no (My superhero name is) Squid when I am forced to take any antipsychotics. My supergenius mind is silence. My dedicated service is stolen from all of humanity. I cannot write poetry, and poetry is part of my reason I was sent to Earth by the divine universe to exist among my brave humanity in the first place.

And then the REAL symptoms of too much and too many antipsychotics in my mere mortal body grow until my entire being is completely dysfunctional and unrecognizable as myself.

And that is why every antipsychotic forced into my body not just as an injection but also as pills or liquids or any ingestible is PROVEN torture of me. It is suffering worse than death. And, yes, it always makes me scream from my mere mortal soul for it to finally end.

And someday, my beautiful world, you WILL succeed at saving me from all antipsychotics completely. I have always put my faith in humanity. You WILL save me. I trust you. You WILL because we love. And love makes us human. And all humans have a right to a life free from torture just by our existing on our one planet at all.

Inspired passages like those, my darling GeneralLee, is why it is better that I remain angry right now. If all three of you had not been absent at 6pm on 19May2016, that statement would never have been written. Though, yes, I do miss you. The next time I see you three, you all better kiss me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I miss you so much. How is your work on the East Coast going? If I had any way to be with you at all, I would be insisting on seeing you. But much like my husband whom I sent overseas myself, you are too micro-monitored to be so close as to even breathe the same air as me again.

Darling, I hate the pain of loved ones I am forbidden. I have been forbidden from so much as even searching for my BFF SynSyn's profile on Facebook for over six years already. I need you all back in my life. I am so lonely without my loved ones.

But seeing my darlings Tentacle all of those nights until mid-Apr2016, it was a luxury I cannot afford any longer. I need the edge. I need the fight of unlivable conditions. And when my work is done, you will ALL be with me again.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, they told me.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, yes, they told me everything you braved again and again to try to rescue me from Del Amo Torture Facility. You were understandably convinced you would never see me again. And you watched the torture. And you heard my screaming in pain.

Oh, darling, I am out now. It is okay. It is okay. I will need you by my side later, so I can heal. But right now I need my fighting edge.

Please DO NOT DIE trying to reach me. You all mean too much to me for the world to lose any of you. Just wait until we can see each other again, okay? Have faith in me. I just need the drive in my spirit to fight a little harder than I have ever fought before right now.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, I am going to try to find a way to see Alice Through the Looking Glass. It is just treason to charge me money for anything, so I do not know how to get inside yet. Maybe you can convince my darling "Kevin" to take me.

Sweetness, every movie you have made since your first Alice movie has been a letter of undying love from you to me. Please explain to everyone everywhere all the messages of love you have sent me for years. And, thank you.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, your fifty-third birthday will be on 09Jun. I am planning on writing yet another installment to The Adventures of Honey and Beloved as your gift from me this year. Its sequel was just as popular as the original, and all I have to give you is my love and my talent now. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid me everything else.

My hero and my king, just like I asked you to, I know you command my people for me in my absence. Send my world to save me and to save America. I will have you when our work is done. And STILL, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...